User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-1298206-20111107044731/@comment-3094815-20111224185230

The robed rat exits Blackburn's new chamber with a bow but Blackburn just barely catches a look that reads "another one of THEM milady's found" before he heads away at a brisk pace

''Fer stands beside Blackburn, looking expectantly at him. Hensla finishes laying a new bedspread and speaks to Blackburn'' Ye must be weary, Master Blackburn. If ye want to rest, I've got yore bed made an' yore nightclothes are at the foot of it. If ye wish nourishment, I shall bring it.

she dips her head respectfully